The Exotic Oasis

In the deep forest green Sitting down taking in what I have seen Waiting, watching for the day to end Then suddenly my insides churn and I…

In the deep forest green
Sitting down taking in what I have seen
Waiting, watching for the day to end
Then suddenly my insides churn and I bend

Was it something I ate? I cannot tell
So I go to my water to drink from the well
But what it really is I find out
Through my back end about to sprout

Running as fast as I can
Through the campsites, I ran
Until I found my white tepee
And quickly found a birch tree

Violently, I dig a hole quite foul
Plowing through with my trowel
Throwing the dirt to and fro
As my good friend laughs like a bro

I say, “Go away, you scoundrel.
You’re the worst! Go away,” As he went with a scowl
To the other side of our camp, I ran with a lump
Because I was about to take a big dump

I undo my belt and drop my pants
And sit down and take a last glance
Far away from everyone
I silently fart as excrement run

In the strange position, my legs are in pain
My lower back feels numb my legs wane
But still with my pants down and done
The exotic oasis feels great; away from everyone

In this little moment, Time stops
And so much so that my head drops
And the relief I feel is all too real
As everything leaves me including my meal

Everything is good as my friend tries to seek
So I hurry up the process by squeezing my cheek
It all runs down and into the hole
Relief comes and finds me and comforts my soul

As I finish in a flash
I wipe and also splash my ass
With water from the gentle stream
As I think it proper to be quite clean

Even on this hot day
I pull up my pants and have nothing to say
And as I think of my time
Away by myself as I turn on a dime

I ponder for many days in quiet solitude
The ways in which changed my attitude
I never knew how it would feel
As though I worship the custom, I could kneel

Never knowing the skill yet to be had
I now realized it wasn’t so bad
Never knowing it could be so awful, but pure
Ancient rituals recovered that could be so sure

American writer